"Hell's not the same since we left it that day."

So, guess who got a facial tonight?

Obviously, I did.

Rob came home from...whatever he was doing. Partying, a jam session, I don't know. He was wasted out of his mind, which is always funny to see. I was asleep on the futon in his bedroom, and he sat down next to me and woke me up. We talked and giggled for a couple minutes until he just slurred at me, "Lezz get NAYKED!"

So we did. I love sex. GOD, I love sex. There is nothing in this world that I would rather be doing. NOTHING. I'd give up food and sleep and cigarettes and my mother for sex. No lie.

It was actually pretty good, considering how drunk he was. The chemistry was still there, and he choked me a couple different times. Hot.

We had eye contact a couple of times, held it for a second, and then both looked away. I didn't mean to do it, honestly. I'm not a big fan of looking at someone during sex, anyway. But I remembered that he had said a few nights ago that eye contact during sex creates an emotional attachment, and I'm doing my damndest to avoid that at all costs. He's a good friend, but I refuse to get suckered into being in another relationship that's anything like it was with Mike.

So, it's getting to the point where we're both sweaty and tired and clinging to each other. Suddenly, he looks me in the eyes and says, "Can I ask you something?". I crack up on the inside, because as he's saying this, he's still fucking me. I was thinking to myself, "Woah, are you seriously going to try to have a conversation NOW?".

But I said, "Sure".

"Um. How do you feel about facials?"
"They're fine with me."
"..........."
"Yeah, I don't mind them."
"SERIOUSLY?!"
"Mmmhmm. Go ahead, I'm fine with it."
"..........SERIOUSLY?!"

And I let him. I've only ever done it once before, and I wasn't a big fan of it, but I figured, "What the hell? I know he likes them a lot, and I like letting him do stuff that he likes". It takes him probably 2 minutes to get to the edge, and I'm running my hands under his thighs, grabbing and clutching at him, willing him to cum with my mind. Finally, he makes this "Uhhhhh" noise, and says, "Fuck, I'm gonna blow".

*Devilish grin*

I don't know why I found that particular phrase hot, but I did.

So he blows, and I'm a little disappointed to report that vegans' semen is just as bitter as guys who eat meat. Fortunately, I didn't get even a quarter of it in my mouth...and when I say "fortunately", I mean "THANK FUCKING GOD". There was SO much of it, I'm not even kidding. It must have been an 8-roper or something. He gets up to grab me some tissues, and I try to assess the damage- it's everywhere. My face, my mouth, my boobs, my stomach, my leg(?!), just absolutely everywhere.

He grabs tissues and starts wiping my stomach off, telling me how hot it was that I let him do it. I looked at him and was like, "Seriously, do a lot of people tell you 'no'?".

He got a little sheepish looking, and said, "I've never done it before. No girl let me put my baby gravy all over her face."

We cracked up, had a cigarette, and then sat on the couch playing guitar for 20 minutes.

I'm totally stoked to be the first of something for him. I always love being the first to do something sexual with someone- it's a borderline fetish with me.

I'm still a little sticky. Ew. Need a shower.

Yeah. Shower.